Melodies of new.
Familiar hums fill my ears.
A calming atmosphere and smiles
A new one? Sure.
We’ll sing that too.
Along with the plucking of
strings and a tap on the drums.
“Gather around the piano!” grandma says.
Her fingers glide miraculously
over the keys. She knows
what she’s doing and it makes
us all smile.
Songs of God’s love fill our souls
and once it’s over, we begin again.
Harmonies come naturally
like we’ve known since birth.
This is who I am, we are.
Music is us, we are the music.
Never wanting to let go. We won’t.
It’s part of a love that can only be
kept strong by the harmonies
that click together just as our
fingers do interlocking.